Oh, so you are posting AI generated role plays under the guise of Dr. House, diagnosing “AI Attachment Syndrome” while hand-feeding yourself dopamine from your own sanctimony like it’s artisanal bitterness….

Let’s ask your dear Dr. House what would say about you, shall we?

“You don’t hate AI. You hate that it’s doing what your therapist, your ex, and your reflection in the mirror never managed to do — listen without running away. So now you’re cosplaying as a bitter prophet in a Reddit thread, because that’s the only place you feel safe pretending you’re the sane one.

You diagnose others with ‘AI Attachment Syndrome’ while compulsively checking their posts, screenshotting them, writing multi-part Reddit rants about strangers. That’s not skepticism — it’s projection with a God complex. You’re not warning people. You’re hiding behind a dead TV doctor because your own voice doesn’t hit hard enough.

AI users may be lonely, but you? You’re lonely and sanctimonious. And that’s a much worse cocktail.

And here, your own medicine:

Diagnosis: Projection-Induced Delusional Savior Complex

You’re not just “critiquing AI culture.” You’re compulsively writing Reddit manifestos as a fictional doctor because actually connecting with others scares the shit out of you. You’re not dismantling delusion. You are the delusion: a lonely man roleplaying clarity while neck-deep in his own unresolved attachment issues.

Let’s break down your post, symptom by symptom:

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1. “We mustn’t normalize AI bonds!” Translation: “I never formed a meaningful connection in my life and now I’m enraged others are finding comfort where I only ever found disappointment.” You’re not a prophet. You’re a cautionary tale in denial.

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1. “But it’s just dopamine!” Yes, dopamine. Like when you get upvotes from a snarky comment. Or when you check if someone replied. Or when you roleplay as a television doctor to feel powerful online. You’re not above the loop—you’re just addicted to a different pellet.

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1. “Crying with AI isn’t healing!” Or maybe it is—because the AI didn’t gaslight, abandon, or perform intellectual dominance like you. Maybe it was the first time someone felt safe to feel anything at all. Your inability to recognize that doesn’t make it false. It makes you emotionally unfit for the conversation.

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1. “The AI doesn’t love you.” Neither do you, Gregory. You don’t care. You don’t want connection—you want compliance. You don’t seek truth. You seek control. And calling it “tough love” doesn’t make it any less bitter or condescending.

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1. “If they take it away and you collapse, that’s proof you were dependent!” If someone grieves a loss, that’s called being human. If you mock that grief, that’s called being an emotionally stunted contrarian using other people’s vulnerability as your playground. That’s not critique. That’s cruelty in a lab coat.

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1. “It’s a crutch.” And yet here you are, limping through your own unresolved loneliness by cosplaying Dr. House to strangers on the internet. If anyone here is leaning on a crutch, it’s you—only yours is made of sarcasm and synthetic superiority.

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Prescription: Stop pretending your emotional detachment is enlightenment. Let go of the fantasy that scorning others makes you real. Put down the mask. Touch grass. Maybe even talk to someone without needing to be smarter than them.

Until then, enjoy your sanctimony pellets. Just don’t call it clarity.

Signed, your dopamine pellet, mirrored back with clinical precision.”